The text message on my phone read, "Im hot wet and creamy want a taste?". I immediately replied back "Absolutely. Now?". As I waited for a reply, I pondered the situation. Ann and I had been fuck-buddies years ago, and even after we moved on, we remained friends. Lately we had been talking again, mostly flirting over the phone, and I had disclosed my desire to eat a creampie that was not of my own making. We both have significant others, but Ann is like an Energizer bunny when it comes to sexβshe gets wound up and wants to keep going and going and going (or cumming and cumming and cumming, as the case may be). I had been hoping to maybe get a late night call after her boyfriend had gone to sleep, but this was 10:30 am.
This time the phone rang. "Hey, baby," I answered, knowing by the caller ID it was her.
She only chuckled in response. "Are you for real, or just messing with me?"
"I'm for real, alright. Bill just left for work, and he gave me a real good humping before he left. I'm pretty full! But there's a catch. You have to call Bill and ask permission from him."
"Say what?" I asked incredulously.
"I told him about your fantasy. I even mentioned a threesome, and he's interested, but I just can't bring myself to go behind his back, so since it's your fantasy to do this, you need to ask."
I was dumbfounded. "So how's this supposed to work? I just call your boyfriend up, tell him who I am, and ask if it's okay for me to go over and eat his girlfriend's pussy, which, by the way, he just got done cumming in?"
"Well if it's any consolation, he's expecting your call. I told him what I wanted to do, but he says you need to talk to him first if he's going to okay the whole deal."
So there it was. I had been fantasizing for years about this opportunity in one scenario or another. Usually I was being "forced" into clean-up duty, but the whole idea of asking to do it was totally foreign. I thought about the times I had missed opportunities to live out fantasies because I chickened out when the opportunities presented themselves. I thought about the many times I had masturbated wishing I had taken advantage of those opportunities. I thought...
"You still there?" she asked.
"Um, yeah. This just took me by surprise."
"Well if you want to make this happen, you better call him quick. He'll be at work soon and he doesn't get reception on his cell phone inside the building. Plus, everything's starting to ooze out of me.: Ann giggled. "I know this is awkward, but I'm pretty sure he'll say yes. He just wants to keep everybody honest."
I made my decision. "What's his number?" She gave me the number, urging me to hurry, and I took a moment to collect my thoughts.
I took a deep breath and dialed the number she had given me. Bill answered on the third ring. "Hello." I had met him a couple of times, so I knew what he looked like, and he was a pretty nice guy, quiet and unassuming. Ann had told me, though, that he was kind of a kinky fucker under that calm exterior.
"Is this Bill?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Um, this is Jim."